March 26th, 2004

Roman

dancing into the night...coffee in the morning...

Last night we had a private lesson. Nobody else showed up. Cha cha. We learned a new routine, much faster than we normally would have. It was one of those times when I don't feel hopeless, when I feel I actually can dance. I want to dance now.

This morning I stopped at a local coffee place (Froggie's) for a refill cup of coffee. The clerk told me that "that gentleman there" was paying for all coffee this morning. I said, "Really?" and thanked the guy. He wished me a good day.

I admit I wondered if he was selling something, and religion came to mind, but I think it's entirely possible that he just wanted to do something to brighten people's Friday.